What had really gotten him, though had been their first night back at Spain’s house together. After their long trip, the two had settled into bed, finally falling asleep after a brief round of love-making that Romano had only felt half involved in. His heart was still full of doubt after their last fight. Did Spain really want him? He wondered who his lover was really thinking of when he ran his hands up and down his body, when he kissed his mouth so passionately, when he moved inside of him, when he said…“Te amo.”
“Te amo.”
He was saying it now as he cuddled Romano against his chest, breathing into his hair, half asleep. The Italian closed his eyes, taking in his scent, trying to feel as close to the Spaniard as he once had. Spain rubbed his back and slipped further into the depths of his slumber. Romano had almost followed him into Dream World when he heard his lover mutter something that would have been too soft to hear had his ear not been so close to the Spaniard’s mouth.
“Ita-chan…”
Romano froze. His body went tense all over as Spain’s embrace slackened around him. His mind was still trying to comprehend what the other man had uttered. It hadn’t been his name- not the name of the person his lover was holding in his arms at the moment. It had been his brother’s. Romano felt the tears sliding down his face before he even knew he was crying.
He held his breath and slipped out of Spain’s arms as quietly as he could while the other started up a round of sound snoring. Romano crept out of bed and dressed himself in the dark. He made his way towards the door shakily, stopping to grab a small box of his still-unpacked belongings before turning around to take one last look at his lover whose arms were still sprawled out as if they were holding something. There was a sharp pain in the Italian’s chest as he felt himself separated from Spain by more than just those few feet between them. Every good feeling and fond memory the Spaniard had ever given him seemed fake now. Despite how badly the Italian had been treated his whole life, he could never remember a time he had felt more used…or had felt so broken. How had he let this happen? It would have been so much better if he had never let Spain pretend to love him.
I thought I was special, Romano thought as he watched him sleep through reddened eyes. I thought you wanted me. You were the first one that made me feel like I was…worth something.
Before he had even spent a whole day there, he left Spain’s house once again. But this time, he wouldn’t be coming back.
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Truth Be Told 15/?
(Anonymous) 2010-09-07 04:48 pm (UTC)(link)“Te amo.”
He was saying it now as he cuddled Romano against his chest, breathing into his hair, half asleep. The Italian closed his eyes, taking in his scent, trying to feel as close to the Spaniard as he once had. Spain rubbed his back and slipped further into the depths of his slumber. Romano had almost followed him into Dream World when he heard his lover mutter something that would have been too soft to hear had his ear not been so close to the Spaniard’s mouth.
“Ita-chan…”
Romano froze. His body went tense all over as Spain’s embrace slackened around him. His mind was still trying to comprehend what the other man had uttered. It hadn’t been his name- not the name of the person his lover was holding in his arms at the moment. It had been his brother’s. Romano felt the tears sliding down his face before he even knew he was crying.
He held his breath and slipped out of Spain’s arms as quietly as he could while the other started up a round of sound snoring. Romano crept out of bed and dressed himself in the dark. He made his way towards the door shakily, stopping to grab a small box of his still-unpacked belongings before turning around to take one last look at his lover whose arms were still sprawled out as if they were holding something. There was a sharp pain in the Italian’s chest as he felt himself separated from Spain by more than just those few feet between them. Every good feeling and fond memory the Spaniard had ever given him seemed fake now. Despite how badly the Italian had been treated his whole life, he could never remember a time he had felt more used…or had felt so broken. How had he let this happen? It would have been so much better if he had never let Spain pretend to love him.
I thought I was special, Romano thought as he watched him sleep through reddened eyes. I thought you wanted me. You were the first one that made me feel like I was…worth something.
Before he had even spent a whole day there, he left Spain’s house once again. But this time, he wouldn’t be coming back.